On the weekend past I took a long walk. It was mild when we started out, but it got hot quickly as the sun rose higher. Finally we had to rest under some trees to catch our breath in the heat. I looked in the leaves of grass around me while I rested. I saw a humongous ant, one of those big monster-like ants, a muscle ant. It was gradually heading in my direction patiently traveling on flattened leaves under the grass canopy.
As ants are wont to do it took a meandering path. I was prepared at any moment to get out of its way as it came closer to me. But with much watching it never did get close enough for me to need to move. It seemed as though it would, but then for some cause it turned back upon its path and went back toward the direction from which it had first appeared.
I think I am somewhat ant-like in my travels with my art. I have several projects going at once. I try to be more focused but it never works. Instead I juggle many things. It is part of my ant-nature. That’s just the way it is. Thus I pulled out this drawing above, something I found in the pile, only a sketch when I found it, and began reworking it. It’s a study for a painting. I need to resume that painting too. I have a pile of things to finish.
I travel a meandering path, but somehow things get done.